Shang Ziming held Su Xiao tightly, listening to her sobbing complaints, and felt a tightness in his chest.
"I'm back. I'm sorry, sweetheart." Shang Zimu buried his head in her hair and near her ear, lingering with affection, breathing in her scent, whispering sweet nothings, and expressing his feelings.
His large hand rested on her slender waist, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric.
"Hmph!" After her initial excitement, Su Xiao finally regained her composure. They were on the street, so she quickly pushed him away.
However, the man didn't seem to have any intention of letting her leave; he pushed her, but she didn't budge.
"Let me go!" Su Xiao braced herself against his chest with both hands, looked up at him angrily, her face flushed slightly pink from the effort.
Although she was clearly angry and rejecting him, Shang Ziming only saw her alluring eyes, which made his heart itch. A surge of longing rushed to his head. He narrowed his eyes to hide the surging emotions, took a deep breath, and loosened his grip slightly.
Fortunately, as a soldier, he had enough self-control. Although it was difficult, he managed to restrain himself; otherwise, well…
The timing is wrong.
Shang Ziming turned his hands behind his back, his fingers gently caressing the lingering warmth of her body.
As soon as Su Xiao was free, she immediately took a step back. Remembering her earlier lack of restraint, her face turned even redder. She lowered her head, looked at her toes, and blurted out to break the awkward situation, "When did you get back?"
Shang Ziming, however, looked past her and at Cui Sheng, who was not far behind her, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
"I just got back. I haven't gone home yet, nor have I gone to work."
Shang Ziming's answer made Su Xiao's heart pound even more excitedly.
He came to see her the first thing when he got back.
At this moment, she couldn't help but be overcome by love, her rationality completely dominated by her emotions.
Looking at her shy little face, Shang Ziming felt happy.
The sharp look in Cui Sheng's eyes softened just now.
"Third Young Master," Cui Sheng tentatively began.
Shang Ziming raised an eyebrow. This title hadn't appeared in his life for a long time. He pondered for a moment, and a slightly immature boy's face appeared in his memory: "The Cui family boy."
Cui Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, his expression somewhat strange. "Yes, it's kind of you that Third Young Master still remembers me."
Shang Ziming narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled slightly. "Of course I remember. We were classmates after all. Besides, your sister is now my second sister-in-law. We're practically relatives now."
Cui Sheng's feelings at this moment were a mixture of emotions: bitterness, embarrassment, gratitude, resentment, regret... but no joy.
"Uh, you two know each other?" Su Xiao was very curious when she saw that the two of them were chatting, but the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Shang Ziming knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression, and affectionately patted her head. "What, are you curious?"
"Mmm..." Su Xiao nodded her little head hurriedly.
"My junior high classmate, I haven't seen him for over ten years." Shang Ziming summarized it in one sentence, but didn't want to talk about it further. In his youth, he was arrogant, spirited, and self-centered. He couldn't tolerate anyone who was equally outstanding. He was always at odds with others and did a lot of silly things, which are all embarrassing stories now.
"By the way, you two seem to know each other quite well, chatting and laughing all the way here." Shang Ziming changed the subject, his words dripping with the sourness of aged vinegar.
"Well……"
This trick worked perfectly; Su Xiao's thoughts were immediately diverted.
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